The Guest Book Novels & Stories

Almost. "Yeah, but then shit happened," I laugh, trying to pretend it doesn't still sting. The two guards nod and laugh too, but they’re looking at me in complete fascination, as if I'm a zoo animal, "Anyway, I just wanted to ask if it's okay if my guest has a car with her. She has to park it inside of the property." "Oh, of course," the younger guy says and goes to grab a clipboard, "What's the name of your guest? I'll add them to the list."

I was alone so I couldn’t ask anyone. I was called to the HR office again to clear up some papers then I headed to the washroom and freshened up before heading back to the desk. The phone rang and it was one of the guests who was inquiring about a nearby bookstore. I felt someone loom over me as I talked to the guest.

When they arrive at the front desk to get a room, the lobby manager tell them smilingly, "Sorry, the whole hotel is booked by a guest today. Please find another hotel!" James Ray is at the height of his enthusiasm. He is desperate to get a room to make love with Grace Lauren. Hearing the lobby manager's words, he is so angry and put on airs as the son of the mayor, "Who can reserve such a big hotel? Don't lie to me! Get me a room now. I'm not going anywhere!" The lobby manager feels helpless, "Sir, I can't lie about this. We are businessman, there is no reason to send guests out! It is the president of the Gray Family who books the hotel today to celebrate birthday for his only son."

It’s six o'clock in the evening. Annika is prepared to welcome all of the night's visitors. She has a lot of reservations again. La Gondola is constantly crowded and filled, especially at night. Annika walked all the guests in, and when all were seated and everyone was enjoying their dinner, she went back to the reception area to see if any other guests would be arriving after dinnertime. "Nope! everyone is here already." So, she sits in her high chair and checks her reservation book for the next day.

"If they need some quiet time, for the people to sit down if they need some quiet - what we love to do after a long, long day!" "Well, I think we should make it a separate room then! And we should fill it with our favourite books and oh oh oh! A book for the guests to sign into!" Michael eyes shone. "Then we should make it as personal as we can! Each book should tell a story about us." I clapped my hands. "How about we take a book, write down a memory that came to us, stick it inside on the first page for the people to read it!" Michael and I burst with more ideas. Mary wrote each one of them down, a big smile on her face. "Unique and yet very personal! I love it my dears! Next point - seati

’ I throw her attitude … Just because I can. ‘Yes. A couple of them are bringing guests.’ She has that catty air to her tone although she tries to veil it—unsuccessfully. Feeling between us is mutual. ‘Put the list on my desk when you’re done so I can vet the guests. We check everyone who comes here, every time we book a night. Double check and dot every ‘i’, no mistakes.’ I learned the hard way that all guests should be accounted for. ‘Yes, I know.’ She answers with a snotty tone and gets a frosty look from me. I have been putting her in her place all week and she is trying not to go down without a fight and failing.

“Is there a problem?” “To be honest, I find it interesting how easy it was to walk in off the streets, give you a name, and you provide me with such hospitality.” I flipped the key card between my fingers. “Is that something normal? Do you not ask to see identification? What if I wasn’t who I claimed to be, but a serial killer?” I cocked a brow at the doe-eyed woman with her thin-framed glasses perched atop her aristocratic nose. “Quite the opposite. All guests must provide identification during the booking process and when they check in at the desk. We offer security to both our guests and staff,” Lynette explained, her face taking on a more serious expression.

With a smile full of excitement, Emily explained that she had come to register as the fiancé of Edward, a guest who had already checked in. “Edward?” Adelia furrowed her brow. “Yes, that's right ... Edward Ofel ...” Adelia immediately looked at the guest book and searched for Edward's name with a racing heart. Adelia was a little surprised not to find the name. “Umm, wait a minute.” Seeing Adelia's slightly awkward reaction, Emily said once more. “Edward Ofel, he should have checked in, right? Try checking once more, maybe there's a mistake?” “Oh, I see. Thank you for the information. I will check the guest data immediately. Adelia began typing some informatio

A few of the more sheepish coworkers quickly dropped their heads. I tapped my phone again and pulled up the second video. The timestamp was clear: 8:00 p.m. sharp. The footage showed Madison breezing through my front door, followed by Mr. Gabelman, the two of them all over each other like they owned the place. Condom wrappers of all varieties were carelessly tossed onto the floor. They acted like it was their own home.

Tanong ni Trinity sa receptionist ng hotel. I stunned. We are in the same hotel!? Umiling-iling ito. "I'm sorry, Maam, but we don't give our guests' information." Desidido siya na maisulat ang balitang ito. She would go beyond just to make sure she will get it.